A Brief History of Metaphysics

I went back to my body, back to the fighting and silence. I studied astronomy and scolded the alcoholics for kicking stray dogs. I had survived paradise. I was not only in the market for, but in the flea market foraging for, a vintage Masonic fez pin. “Now that’s a desirable piece,” said the white-haired woman at her booth, and I could tell by the triangulation of lip, cheek and eyelash that she had been quite the desirable piece in her day as well.